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crying at my desk bruh

the gradual change in writing omggg

Now since I sit in circle I realize all my life, all my life I been outside of cir
cle.

I look at little Precious and big Mama
and feel hit feeling, feel like killing Mama. But I don't,
instead I call little Precious and say, Come to Mama but
I means me. Come to me little Precious. Little Precious
look at me, smile, and start to sing: ABCDEFG . .

God I hope this don't be
another . . . another . . . I don't now-another like
before, yeah another like the years before.

I big, I talk, I eats, I cooks, I laugh, watch , do
what my muver say. But I can see when the picture
come back I don't exist. Don't nobody want me. Don't
nobody need me. I know who I am

I crying for me who no one never hold before